Certainly if ever there was a
cool customer and one perfectly sure of himself, this was he.
"Not a thing in the Star to-day," Pat's visitor commented, as he
flung it away with a yawn. "I'll let a thousand dollars of the
express company's money that there will be something more
interesting in it to-morrow."
"That's right," agreed the agent.
"But I won't be here to read it. My engagements take me south.
I'll make a present to the great Lieutenant O'Connor of the
information. We're headed south, tell him. And tell Mr. Sheriff
Collins, too--happy to entertain him if he happens our way. If it
would rest your hands any there's no law against putting them in
your trousers pockets, my friend."
From outside there came a short sharp whistle. The man on the
counter answered it, and slipped at once to the floor. The door
opened, to let in another masked form, but one how different from
the first! Here was no confidence almost insolent in its
nonchalance. The figure was slight and boyish, the manner
deprecating, the brown eyes shy and shrinking He was so obviously
a novice at outlawry that fear sat heavy upon his shoulders.
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